For Hayao Miyazaki
(2014)
This is day 2o of my month long Rondelet marathon! I was inspired to write this poem by the great Miyasaki, a Japanese film animator. He is the body and soul of Studio Ghibli and is absolutely brilliant!
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Sit back, relax And enjoy the projected show. Sit back, relax, See old legends now in IMAX. Retelling of tales already known.
Gracious, have I ever been so los… Stumbling, over and over, I begin… My words are my shield and sword,… Damn, why don’t you see what I se… Love has never been a choice for m…
Runaway vein why must you escape their blunt pr… Runaway vein one would think you would restrain fluidity to blood that flows
Forgive lovers for horrid displays of passion Forgive lovers for their arts which do uncover the reasons for which some may las…
Misunderstood assumed to be a heretic Misunderstood unable to accept what he should; counter to his religion picked—
All I’m known for is indignancey Unilaterally, that’s all I guess. Dilated perceptions since infancy Righteous soap box preaching to br… Even though the rest, my peers, wo…
Aches that echo through every land for all ages. Aches that echo through all people that time has e… In old bare Ireland it raged,
Steam rises From falling water’s collisions. Steam rises Coagulates, coats, chokes: Sizes Me to just a condensation
Not everything good will be commemorated Not everything in fact, really, not anything. Compared to nature of sedated
I’m not tired— alternatively, I’m forfeit. I’m not tired; Sleep won’t solve this I’ve acqui… Problems luring to their orbit
Violence cycles Both within lands and between them… Violence cycles Through lords of loss, maniacal. Leaves ruins of nations dim,
The urge to do. Yearning to start, with much zeal. The urge to do. Yearning to finish, with a coup, Or without, I will always feel
Arbitrary and, I guess, insignificant Arbitrary makes me revolutionary. One time around, for me, glinting
Plenty of time! a whole month to finish cases. Plenty of time, But It passed, no fault of mine. A partner? There’s hardly a trace…
It’s not over. Russian, Japanese, African— It’s not over. We think it’s gone, it’s just olde… Don’t dismay, though Love it can.